Lyrcan wolf the daughter of a sinners

Lyca stood frozen in front of her parents as flames consumed them, helpless and unable to intervene. The entire clan watched in silence, leaving her with nothing but screams of despair. She blamed herself for their tragic fate, believing that her mere existence in this world was the cause.

Her father, a half-vampire and half-wolf, had fallen in love with her wolf mother, a forbidden relationship that had to be concealed due to the enmity between their species. The consequences of falling in love with a vampire were severe.

As her mother became pregnant, their secret relationship was exposed to the clan. They were forced to flee and hide, but on Lyca's tenth birthday, they were captured. Now, she was left to witness the agonizing demise of her parents in the engulfing flames.

She abruptly woke up from the recurring nightmare that haunted her every night since her parents' death. Her aunt shook her awake, reminding her that she would be late for school.

Lyca's eyes widened, and she quickly threw off her blanket upon hearing the word "late." No, she couldn't bear being the center of attention. She forced a smile at her aunt, her mother's sister who had taken her in after the tragedy. Her aunt was the only one who had accepted her, as the rest of the clan considered her worthless, just like her parents. She hurriedly got up, took a quick shower, and dashed out of the house, determined not to be late for class.

She had hoped her powers would manifest sooner, but unlike other teenagers, her abilities were delayed. Her aunt attributed it to her father's bloodline, although Lyca suspected that her aunt might have been lying and that she had no powers at all. Nevertheless, she cared little about that. As long as she was alive, that was what mattered.

While crossing the street, she jumped in surprise as someone suddenly appeared in front of her. Fortunately, she managed to avoid colliding with them by swiftly changing her course.

She let out a sigh of relief. That was a close call.

"Hey, if you want to die, go ahead, but don't drag anyone else down with you!" the person on the horse exclaimed.

Maybe to avoid another accident, I should take the shortcut through the forest. It may be stinky and muddy, but I'd rather choose that route than risk running into another accident.

As she walked quickly, a moaning sound caught her attention. Curiosity got the better of her, and she forgot about being late as she went to investigate the source of the sound. Perhaps someone needed help.

As she got closer, she froze in shock at what she saw. Her eyes widened, and she felt paralyzed. Her heart raced, and fear gripped her. Why was she scared?

Behind a tree, she witnessed a disturbing scene. A girl's skirt was lifted while a boy stood behind her, pushing her back and forth.

When the boy noticed her watching, instead of stopping, he simply winked at her. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.

From where she stood, she could see the boy's handsome face covered in sweat, his top button undone, and his muscular arms tightly gripping the girl's waist. Lyca took a deep breath before quickly running away as if her life depended on it.

As she entered school, she accidentally bumped into someone.

"Hey, stupid! Are you blind?" the person exclaimed.

Lyca stopped and apologized, but the person grabbed her chin and forced her to make eye contact. It was then that she recognized him immediately... Zack Zekyle, also known as Doom in school.

"Well, well, look who's here, Miss Hoody. Didn't like what you saw earlier? Why did you run away?" he taunted.

She stared at him silently, knowing that she was in trouble. How did he manage to appear here so quickly after what she had witnessed? He had been busy with someone else just moments ago.

His lips curled into a smirk, and his eyes playfully glimmered. What was she going to do?

Mom, Dad,

I think I might be joining you soon.

"Lyca, always remember that no matter what happens, we will always love you," her parents had told her.

Her mother, Celeste, kissed her goodbye, while her father gently stroked her hair. But then, someone grabbed her parents and forcefully dragged them away from her. "Take care of my baby, Jove," her mother shouted at her aunt. Her father hugged her tightly as they both cried. "No! Don't do this! Someone help them!" she screamed.

The memory replayed in her mind as Zack Zekyle pulled her by the wrist to an unknown part of the school.

LYONEDESTENE is a school for supernatural creatures, just like her. It is the only school of its kind in the entire country, and Zack Zekyle happens to be the son of the owner. As a result, all the students are afraid of him, not only because his clan, Zorzon, is the most powerful, but also because of his notorious bad attitude. Technically, he owns the school.

At the age of sixteen, she had managed to avoid him until now. "Please, I'm begging you. I haven't done anything wrong to you. Let me go," she pleaded, but Zack ignored her and continued walking, gripping her left wrist tightly. She struggled, fearing what he might do when they reached their destination.

"Stop struggling, or I could hurt your wrist," his voice echoed like thunder in the empty hallway, making her tremble even more in fear.

She cried for her life, for herself, and for her helplessness.

"What are you doing, Zack?" a guy in front of them spoke up loudly. When she looked, she recognized him as Samuel Rex, the son of the second-most powerful clan, Sorjon.

The Sorjon clan is the second most powerful because Zack's clan is number one.

She watched them, seeing it as an opportunity to escape. She pulled her wrist with all her strength and tried to run. But Zack grabbed her hair ribbon, causing her long, shiny black hair to scatter. She turned around and looked at Zack with fear, then glanced at Samuel, but they both had the same expression on their faces.

Should I run now? she wondered. But her legs were shaking.

Taking a deep breath, she slowly started moving her feet, preparing to run.

"Stop!" she heard Zack's voice.

"No, just go," Samuel said.

Zack cleared his throat and said, "Stop if you want to live." As soon as he said that, she immediately stopped.

She turned around and gave them her most beautiful smile. She noticed both of them gulp, their Adam's apples bobbing visibly.

"Don't be afraid," a whisper suddenly reached her ear. "Wait, is someone whispering in my ear?" she sighed, looking straight into Zack's eyes.

"Okay, what now?" she asked.

"Follow me!" he shouted, making her flinch at the sound of his voice.

Samuel followed behind her as they reached the last room in the hallway. Inside, people

Samuel watched as she followed Zack, with a smile on his face.

They continued down the hallway until they reached the last room, where the noise of people shouting and enjoying themselves could be heard. Zack forcefully opened the door to the room.

"Fix that, Roco," Samuel told the old man behind him.

"Yes, sir," the old man replied.

That was their brief conversation.

As soon as the students heard the door and saw Zack, they all stopped moving, clearly scared of him.

Lycra noticed that Zack's eyes seemed to be on fire when she looked at him, and she could feel the heat emanating from him.

Despite Zack's terrifying demeanor, he had a well-built body that any girl would desire, even at his age.

Zack walked straight to his chair and then gestured for Lycra to sit in the chair next to him. She hesitated, unsure if he wanted her to sit there. He looked at her with wide eyes, and she reluctantly moved and sat down when he grabbed her wrist and forced her into the chair.

Lycra saw Samuel sitting behind Zack and noticed the smile on his face. She couldn't help but wonder what was behind that smile.

"Everyone, from now on, this girl beside me is my slave. No one is allowed to touch her except me," Zack's voice echoed throughout the room.

Wait, what did he just say? She was going to be his slave? This couldn't be happening. Why her? What did she do wrong? She had only bumped into him, that's all. What was the problem with that? These thoughts raced through her mind.

"Don't argue, little wolf, or else you won't be able to say another word," Zack warned, just as she was about to speak up. She closed her mouth and swallowed hard, dropping her head and pouting. Sweat dripped from her forehead. She silently pleaded for help from her mother and guidance from her father.

She glanced at Zack, who was already looking at her with a smirk on his face.

What was she going to do now? How could she escape from this monster beside her

? What would her clan say if they found out that she had gotten into trouble with the notorious son of the first clan?